Incessant devotion falling on it's knees before a loved
one's lost love.
Always being in love, never denying it's effect on his
heart, a morning glory scenting every morning throughout
life.
Now it's turned to a mourning glory as the love of his
life has been taken beyond the curtains of death and he
can no longer go on without her dear heart.
Thunder rolling, lightening striking his mind with her
loss as raindrops cover over his many tears at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem